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Petting Doom	By : FairySlayer Category: +G through L > Invader Zim Views: 6127 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Neither of us own the "Invader Zim" franchise or have any association with it whatsoever; we do not make any money for writing this story. Invader Zim (c) Jhonen Vasquez or Nickelodeon or whatever.

Chapter List
- 1-Petting Doom
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 4
- 5
- 6
DIB (his stares turning from shock to awe): I... I have to do something!
Gir keeps jabbing his tongue and turning his head, happily collecting data about the inner structure of the young Goth while Gaz bucks her hips and pulls on his big metal head, trying to get him deeper. As she works his head, her hand grips his antenna and she feels up its tapered length to the knobby end.
After casting a sly glance at her frozen brother, she lifts her hips while pressing Gir down, sliding the knob over her swollen and dripping bulge. She runs it down the full length of her slit, across the gap, and against the pucker of her tingling butt hole where she rubs it for a few moments. She bends her legs and plants her bare feet flat on the floor while raising her hips and butt up in the air. Gir tilts his eyes up as far as they will go, analyzing the moisture she's rubbed into her butt hole.
GIR: Ohhhhh, that does open!
The robot spreads her ass cheeks with his claws and re-traces her anus with his tongue probe, making the Earthenoid girl tense up for a moment as he presses it in. Her eyes closed tight and her hands shaking with excitement, Gaz guides his antenna back up to her girly opening and holds it steady while rolling her hips, working herself onto it until the tip slides well inside of her vagina. Then, wrapping her hands around the side of Gir's head, she gently guides it forwards and backwards while using her legs to keep moving herself back and forth, opposing his motions.
DIB (still staring as his pants bulge): I have to do.... something...
Never taking his eyes off the action, Dib slowly unzips his pants and uses both hands to free his raging erection from the opening in his boxer shorts. With his right hand, he slowly and absentmindedly strokes it.
Gaz moans and gasps as she impales her little girl sex on the antenna, and the robot continues to knead and probe her butt while slowly sticking his tongue a little more. Though it all feels terrific, she misses having her nub stimulated as well. She takes one hand of Gir's head to reach it herself, but she's already struggling to keep going in her awkward position, so she gives up and resumes controlling him with both hands.
DIB (hypnotized): ...do ... something...
GAZ (annoyed, without looking): Then get over here and do me!
Dib snaps out of it and suddenly realizes what he's doing, so he tries to push his raging hard-on back into his pants, without success.
GAZ (moaning): Hurry, Dib!
Dib pulls the bottom of his overcoat over his aching meat while stepping over to his sister and getting on one knee, awestruck. Gaz winces, seeing her brother over, her and then raises herself by the elbows, her forearms flat on the floor underneath her.
GAZ: Well?
Gaz scrunches her eyes and concentrates on thrusting herself against Gir's antenna without the use of her hands. He reciprocates perfectly, almost as if his antenna is a joystick that controls his head's motion.
DIB (embarrassed): Uhm, what should I...
GAZ: Hmm, kiss me d...
Dib, already dizzied by his flowing hormones, immediately leans over her reddened face, which seems to glow with a hint of perspiration. He gently lays his lips on hers and slides his tongue along her upper teeth, as she's biting her lower lip with. Gaz's eyes go wide and she suddenly convulses, dropping flat on her back and slamming Gir's head into the floor. The bot's antenna pops out of her hole and his tongue is snaps back out of her, whipping him in the face. Gaz sticks her tongue out and trying to spit while wiping her mouth with the backs of her hands.
GAZ: Pfft! What are you doing, Dib!
GIR (rolling around on the floor with his tongue probe flopping): Owwie! You (b)roke my (t)ongue!
DIB (defensive and a little scared): But you told me to kiss you!
GIR (background): My (t)ongue! Ow ow ow owwwie!
GAZ (turning even redder): I meant my... er, uhm, boobs or something.
DIB: But you don't have boobs!
Gaz bolts up into a sitting position and snaps both sides of Dib's overcoat collar in her hands. She yanks him down to her level, bringing his face right against hers.
GAZ (red flames in her eyes): WHAT DID YOU SAY!?
Dib just stares back in wide-eyed terror.
FADE OUT

CUT TO: Inside City Hall, where Zim is holding a few forms and waiting at the front of a long line of weary, humorless people. A row of fifty old-fashioned gated service windows stretches beyond the worn out velvet ropes, though all but one have the CLOSED curtain pulled down. An old woman is lying on the floor in front of the open one, weakly pressing herself up on her hands and pleading with the junior clerk, a sullen twenty-year-old man.
WOMAN: But this just isn't fair... (sobbing)
CLERK (tersely): That's not our problem, ma'am. A wheelchair is considered a vehicle, so if it's really as important as you claim, get it insured, registered and inspected, and then come back. NEXT!
The old woman slowly drags herself away by her hands. Zim raises his eyebrows and quickly scurries up to the window.
ZIM: Good afternoon, my good human bureaucratic under-lord! My name is Zim... Just Zim. The person upstairs at so-called Animal Control said that I must acquire a dog-owning license from you before I can get my pet back.
CLERK: Your pet was removed? Then you need to go upstairs to Animal Control. NEXT!
The next in line, a middle-aged man, trudges up and flashes an angry look at Zim when he doesn't move. While still staring at the clerk, Zim raises a hand to tell him to wait.
ZIM: Uhm, perhaps you didn't hear me. I already went to Animal Control. They made me observe an audiovisual presentation on the proper care and not-torturing of defenseless, non-sentient Earth creatures. Then the administrative zombie told me I just needed to purchase a license to secure the return of my dog-companion.
GUY: Hey, I've been waiting three hours, buddy! Get outta my way.
CLERK: I'm sorry sir, but I already told you: go to Animal Control on the third floor and then get back in the end of this line when you're done.
ZIM (holding up the papers and pointing wildly): But I already went there! The advocate of inferior creatures gave me this form and sent me to this line! See!
GUY: Come on!
CLERK: Sir, your turn is up. Please step away so I can hinder the next person in line.
ZIM: But you still haven't given me the paper authorization so I can find out where my droid, I mean, dog is!
GUY (pushing Zim out of the way): Move it, punk. (Turning to the window) Now...
ZIM (resisting, screaming and waving his papers): No! Stop! You shall not deny me my pet, who is definitely not a highly-advanced and technically superior robot who is helping me enslave your entire puny race!
CLERK: Sorry, it's time for my late-afternoon break. (pulls the CLOSED blind down)
MAN (dropping to his knees, hands in the air): AIIIIIIIGHH!
ZIM (to man): Yes! Yes! You have lost, puny huuuuuman! MWUHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Zim's eyes suddenly narrow and he scowls at the window when he realizes that he hasn't actually won, either.
ZIM (screaming): Fine, keep Gir! See if I care! I'll be just fine without him, you'll see! I am Zim, and I need no one -- NO ONE!
Realizing that none of the folks in line are paying attention to him, Zim storms off quietly.
FADE OUT

CUT TO: Dib's house, where Gaz is still glaring into Dib's wide eyes.
DIB (blurting it out in terror): Oh, when I say "you don't have boobs" what I really mean is that you, uh, don't have just ordinary boobs: you have gorgeous, perfectly rounded and very womanly young breasts that will no doubt develop into very large -- but not freakishly large or anything! -- attractive forms that any man, woman, creature, alien, or even Loch Ness Monster would find pleasurable to look at, much less be allowed to kiss like I'd be happy to do for you right now if you don't kill me!
GIR (still rolling on the floor): My oung! my oung!
Gaz stares for a few more moments. His terrified glare, combined with his hot, rapid breaths of fear which blow against her naked body, begin to stir her passions once again. She inhales sharply as her arousal overcomes her rage and disgust. Suddenly, she realizes that having him pressed up against her is making he feel even more flushed, but she's frustrated by the feeling of his clothing between them.
GAZ: That's more like it. (catching herself) And take off that stupid overcoat.
She forcefully pushes the collar back, her arms landing around his neck while leaning into him. As she pulls the coat down to his waist, trapping his hands, he suddenly jerks back in fear and ends up pulling his little sister forward, her face at about his belt level.
GIR (background, still rolling): WAAAIGH, my (t)ounge 'as an owie! Ooooooooo...
DIB: Wait a minute! What am I doing? Zim's robot obviously infected you with some sort of mind-altering virus and you're just going to spread it to me. We have to...
Gaz notices Dib's rock hard staff sticking out of his pants. A sly smile forms on her lips as she darts her eyes up, catching a glimpse of Dib's passionate expression -- the one he always gets when talking about aliens. Then she leans in and softly blows her hot breath across her big brother's tool.
DIB (eyes rolling back): get you to.. ahahahahahohohohohoooooh...
Dib slowly crumples back and loses all ability to resist Gaz, who pulls his coat down to his wrists. He takes his hands out of the sleeves and leans back. He feels an uncomfortable mixture of fear and excitement as his little sister brings her lips to within millimeters of his aching meat. She raises her head while arching her back so she can look him in the eyes, keeping his rod right in front of her mouth like a fleshy microphone.
GAZ (surprised yet suspicious): How'd your wiener get so big?
GIR (bolting up, eyes suddenly wide): Wiener!
In a flash, Gir bolts over and chomps down on Dib's member sensitive, making him cry out in terror and pain as the hard metal begins to snap down on him. However, Gaz manages to stick her strong little fingers between the stupid robot's upper and lower jaw and keep him from biting it off. Grunting and straining, she forces his mouth open enough for the big-headed boy's shrinking tool to slip out. Dib falls backward and curls up with his hands on his frightened penis, sobbing.
DIB (excitedly moaning): Zim's plan... castrate men... enslave women...
Gaz grabs a copy of Mysterious Mysteries Magazine from the coffee table, instantly rolling it up swatting Gir hard on the face a few times. His head is knocked to a sharp angle from his body with each smack.
GAZ: Bad robot doggie! Bad!
GIR (in time with smacks): D'oyee? D'oyee? D'oyee?.... *sniffle*
However, the combination of Dib's terror, her physical violence, and her frustrated sexual tensions get the better of her and she starts to feel fresh moisture forming between her legs. With her face more reddened than before and breathing heavily, she relents and drops the magazine. She jerks the sobbing robot's head back into position while the idiotic creature whimpers, his feelings hurting more than his mechanical body ever could.
GAZ (almost panting): You haven't finished eating my taco yet, anyway, so get busy.
GIR (suddenly happy again): Okay!
GAZ (Right in his face): And no biting humans!
Gir drops onto the curved parts of his legs (where knees would be) and leans towards Gaz's wet 'n messy nether regions. However, Gaz spots her brother writhing on his side, still coddling his painful region and trying wriggle his way out of the living room.
DIB (softly, pained): Must... call... dad!
Gaz swings a leg over the robot's head and spins on the other foot before dropping forward on all fours, her cunny and butt sticking up to Gir's face. He starts tentatively licking and probing her again, though not nearly as stimulating as before. She slides her upper body forwards, grabbing her brother's ankle and pulling him back while barely noticing Gir's subdued actions.
GAZ (between gasps and moans): Geez, it was just an accident. Don't be such a baby, Dib.
DIB: But it really hurts!
GAZ (pulling his hands from his crotch and leaning in): Let me see. Oh, he barely touched you! My fingers have more of a mark on them. Besides, it's your fault for making it so big in the first place.
DIB: It's not my fault! Seeing you and this... THING doing stuff just made it grow. It's not like I have any control over it, you know!
GAZ (sighing, accidentally breathing on it): Oh, don't tell me: it's controlled by (rolling her eyes) an alien.
Gaz sees it flex and gets curious, so she blows on it, making it move and grow again.
DIB: Gaz, what are you ...?
GAZ (nearly whispering into it): How 'bout if I kiss it and make it feel better?
Before he can answer, she plants her lips on it and gives it a quick "family" kiss, making Dib shudder and gape in disbelief. The soft, pliable, spongy feeling intrigues her, so she presses her lips on it again, this time repeating the slight tongue motion that her brother tried on her a few minutes earlier.
DIB (whimpering, fearful): No Gaz...
Dib's protest only makes her smile and do it again, marveling at how it grows firmer by the second. Curiously, she lets go of Dib's hands and wraps her fingers around it with one hand; with the other, she gently feels and pinches the goose bump-covered sack, occasionally pinching one or both of its squishy occupants, which makes her brother tremble uncomfortably. She leans back and feels his shaft up and down, not altogether pleasantly for Dib because she grips a bit too tightly and the slight perspiration on her fingers rubs his skin too roughly.
DIB: No, gently like this...
Dib places a hand on hers to guide it, but he immediately backs down when she shoots him an angry glare. Instead, he notices her budding little breasts, pleasantly exaggerated as they hang slightly under her, especially with her back arched. As if trying to pet a high-strung dog, he shoots his hand forward and gently tickles her right nipple, alternating his fingertips and fingernails across and around her puffy areola.
Sensing lack of "buttitudnal" motion and a change in mood, Gir backs off slightly and extends his neck to watch what's happening up front.
DIB: Like that.
Gaz stops her motions and stares at his intruding hand, then his face.
DIB: Well, you wanted me to do stuff to them, right? (nervous laugh)
Before he finishes speaking, Gaz rolls her eyes up before closing them. After reveling for a few seconds, she switches hands on his tool, resting the first hand on his inner thigh. First, she gently glides her fingertips over and around the head before carefully sliding them down and back up the top of his fully-erect mast, trying to imitate the smooth motions that he's performing on her little girl boobs.
He reaches his other hand towards her free nipple, but despite her eyes being closed, she catches him with her free hand and guides him towards her left cheek. She slowly releases his hand, ever so lightly drawing a small circle on the back of his hand with just her middle finger; in kind, he begins caressing her face. Slowly, her hand works its way up his arm while he realizes, for the first time, how pretty she really is.
Despite the fact that a naked little girl is playing with his stiff cock, Dib can't help but be more fascinated by the serene look on his sister's beautiful young face. He can't remember her ever looking so peaceful and happy, even when she was asleep. (Though the only time he'd ever seen her sleeping was when he summoned a demon to bestow a hideous curse upon her.) As he revels in her newly-revealed charm, she carefully unbuckles his belt and unsnaps his pants before sliding them down to his hips. She gently presses both of her hands around his shaft and kneads his fleshy pubic area with her fingertips.
DIB (awestruck, whispering): I never realized you were so tender and gentle...
GAZ (breathy whisper): Dib...
DIB: Gaz?
Without any change in her dreamy expression, Gaz instantly and expertly tears Dib's boxers right off of him, half of them falling on either side of his hips. However, other than his butt cheeks being slightly more spread out on the carpeted floor, Dib hasn't been jostled in the least.
GIR: Ooh, neat!
GAZ (still breathy, to both): Shut up.
She re-wraps her right hand around the base of his shaft, gently squeezing and fingering it as she tries to lose herself in the mellow bliss of her older brother's reluctant touching.
DIB (tenderly): Okay. Whatever you want, Gaz. I'll just be quiet now, and I won't make a single sound if...
Gaz's expression changes to annoyance as she opens her eyes, staring into his for a moment before doing the only thing that seems to work: kissing his penis up and down again. She purses her lips down along its length, breathing on it through her nose the whole time, and then she slides the tip of her tongue back down to the base, as if licking up ice cream dripping off a cone.
DIB (nervous laugh): Oh, riIIIIIIIGHT! (long gasp)
His caresses become harder to control as he strokes her hair while still struggling to work his other hand from one side of her chest to the other. Next, she opens her lips around the base and presses her face in before flicking her tongue against the underside. Encouraged by his pained moans and the feeling of his fingers trembling against her breasts and face, she continues working her way back up to the top with the same action.
DIB: Gaz, no. This is soo-OOOOOH! ... ahhh, never mind.
With her mouth resting on the tip of his cock, she pauses to bring her knees forward and spread them a bit, leaning over her brother's crotch while supporting herself with just her left forearm against his thigh. With her right hand she reaches back and begins to rub off some off her dried up natural lubricant while more begins to form in her still-frustrated pink spot. As she runs her tongue around the top of his cock again, she notices it flexes a little and then relaxes again a moment after she stops. Mischievously, she tilts her head and deftly takes the head into he mouth, letting its natural reaction pop it out again. She tries to stifle a giggle when Dib whimpers and his dick comes back to rest against her lips.
GAZ (lips against his staff): I didn't tell you to stop, Gir!
Gir's eyes turn bright red and he salutes.
GIR: Yes, ma'am!
The idiotic robot reels his head in and presses the flats of his claws against the bottoms of her bum cheeks, perhaps more supporting than spreading them because her legs are already wide apart. His tongue extends and presses against her butt hole, wavering like a streamer in the wind, and Gaz giggles at the vibration before pressing herself hard against it.
DIB (conflicted): Oh, Gaz, we have to...
Gaz quickly takes the tip and part of the shaft into her mouth again, running her tongue around the tensing organ as her brother once again goes silent. For a moment, Gaz thinks that maybe putting a boy's wiener in her mouth isn't so dumb because it makes them shut up. Gir begins running his now-sticky tongue down across her perineum and into her hot cunny lips. Occasionally, his probe encounters her busy little fingers while attempting to re-sample the nub that she's now working quite furiously.
Between Gir's vibrations wildly moving up and down her labia, her big brother's now-furious groping and fondling, and her self-stimulation, Gaz gets so worked up that she starts breathing heavily through her nose. Without realizing, her left hand starts flexing and gripping, too, only at her brother's sparse pubic hair. Disregarding her earlier reaction, Dib quickly grabs it and places it on his tightening ball sack, but Gaz is so focused that she doesn't notice or care that she's now fondling and stroking his balls. A big gob of her saliva escapes between her busy lips and tongue, sliding down her big brother's tensing schlong. She absentmindedly pushes her face down on it while trying to suck it all back in, suddenly thinking he might tease her for drooling. Dib squeals in ecstasy, but at first Gaz only notices that she couldn't quite get it all, so she backs off and furiously licks and slurps down and up his eager rod to get it all.
For good measure, she starts doing it to the other side, but then his intense reaction to her deep-throat maneuver finally registers. The little girl returns to the tip, resting her upper lip just above his pee hole as she digs the tip of her tongue in just under the head. With a sly expression, she raises her eyes to look at his pained face: his eyes are scrunches closed and his lips are pulled tightly around gritted teeth. Each short, hot breath escaping her nose sends a tremor through his body as he anxiously waits for her to resume working him more intensely.
Feeling his shaft relax a little, she quickly brings her mouth down onto it, going down like before and then trying to go even deeper. She interprets his feverish clutching and kneading -- almost pinching -- of her tits, shoulders, hair and back as a sign that she's in control now, fully dominating her brother's will. She feels a tremendous rush of power and ecstasy wash over her, either not realizing or simply not caring that she has lost control of herself as well. As far as she knows, she's making all of this happen, and it feels terrific.
Gir's tongue slides inside of her vagina again, still wriggling and pulsing all the way up to her cervix, and part of its length is even pulsing against her G spot. She can hardly get enough air, so she has to occasionally pant and moan over Dib's cock, exciting him even further. More of her drool escapes down his shaft, but she doesn't care about recovering is as she simply goes down and up with Dib pressing the back of her head a few times. She can sense something incredible building as her insides tighten and a warm, gooey feeling spreads throughout her entire body and making her light-headed.
Suddenly she feels very vulnerable: she's completely naked; her most-private of spots is exposed to the world and being assaulted -- as if it's being mercilessly tickled except that she doesn't want it to stop. It's as if she's helpless to stop either Gir or her own hand from pushing her ever closer to the edge, which could be a steep cliff for all she knows. On the other end, she's making her brother writhe and moan uncontrollably, completely by her actions, but she lusts so completely for that power that she's afraid she couldn't stop even if she wanted to. Then, a combination of agitation and fatigue begin to overwhelm her, occasionally causing her fingers or her mouth to just stop for a moment, leaving her vulnerable to Gir and Dib taking control and bringing her to the final level instead of doing it herself.
Strangely enough, her fear starts to make the powerful, gripping sensations more exciting and intense. Her clenched eyes betray a smile as she concentrates, bringing her warm, soft mouth nearly all the way down over Dib's shaft and then slowly lifting up while squeezing with her lips, working her tongue the whole time. She switches hands, nimbly taking control of her excited clitoris with dry fingers and gently rubbing her warm girl juices into her brother's sack, its heat instantly soothing and relaxing her aching right hand. She starts bucking her hips against Gir's motions, doubling their effectiveness and guiding his tongue where she wants it to be at any moment.
DIB (grunting): Oh, Gaz, you gotta stop!
On the edge herself, Gaz tries to shut him up by going even deeper, letting the head of his engorged tool hit the back of her throat. It makes her gag a little, which sends a strange new wave of pleasure through the doubly-large-headed boy. Meanwhile, Gir's eyes notice a strange, very-slight dilation of the grunting little girl's puckering butt hole. Without stopping his tongue action, he slides one of his metal hands up to it and begins poking it gently, then rubbing it curiously, just off the sharp end of his caliper. Dib grips her shoulders firmly and tries to push his sister back, but she has all of the leverage and won't budge as something incredible starts to happen inside of her.
DIB (pained): Stop! I'm gonna cum!
Gaz's eyes close and gasps deeply. Powerful yet oddly-soothing contractions run throughout her nether regions, and wave after wave of pleasure course through her young body. Dib's throbbing erection tightens in her mouth, shooting off several waves of thick, gooey semen almost directly into her throat. Caught up in her own orgasm, she absentmindedly continues to work it with her tongue and fondle his nuts with her sopping wet hand. Her vaginal muscles pull against Gir's tongue, slowing down his licking of her insides as he continues to play around with her ever contracting and relaxing anus. Gaz bucks her hips against him a little, milking her spasms for all they're worth as she gently rubs her somewhat sore yet very satisfied clitoris.
She feels the salty, unpleasant goo leaking out of her mouth and absentmindedly suckles his softening wang before swallowing a little and realizing how his cum tastes. Gaz quickly pulls off of him with a grimace, retching and drooling the remaining semen out of her mouth. Most of it drips down onto Dib's left thigh and her right hand, but a sticky gob clings to her lip and chin.
GAZ: Blech, Dib! That's gross!
She turns bright red, mostly embarrassed because she even told herself that putting a wiener in her mouth was a stupid idea but now she had just proven herself right. As she leans back into a kneeling position, Gir's tongue quickly slides out of her tuckered out pussy, making her shudder momentarily.
DIB (defensive): I tried to stop you!
GIR (gesticulating wildly in the background): That was fun! I was all like, licking and pushing and stuff...
GAZ (interested): Really?
GIR (ignored): ...and Dib was all like, "Oh, don't hurt my wiener!" when I put it in my mouth, but when you do it he's all, "I love you, Gaz, and I'll do anything you want if you put my wiener in your mouth. I'll marry you, Gaz, but we have to move to Arkansas first." (wailing and crying) IT'S SO UNFAIR!
DIB (suspicious): Yeah! The last thing I ever wanted to do is to cum in your mouth. Jessica's, sure, and maybe even Zita when I'm in a weird mood... I tried really hard to get you off me, but it's not like I've ever been able to make you do anything.
GAZ (suddenly tight-lipped, with a hint of a blush): Oh, okay then.
GIR (ignored): ... And your bum was all like (making an exaggerated puckered-lip face) mmmm! (switching to an opened-mouth gape) ahhh! (pucker) mmmm! (gape) ahhh!...
Gaz raises her arms and arches her back, stretching a little before dropping forward on her knees and then falling forward so that she lands against her brother's chest. He tries to catch her but only manages to put his hands just above her waist. She leans in and kisses him deeply on the lips while gripping his chest through his shirt. Though shocked, Dib doesn't resist at all, letting her slide her tongue into his mouth and eagerly returning the favor, despite the taste and feel of his jizz on her mouth and lips.
She spreads her legs and sits on his thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing her pussy into the bottom of his belly. His member trembles with one last pulse of pleasure as her butt cheeks slide over it. He instinctively begins to fondle and caress her bottom, even daring to slide a few fingers between her thighs to feel her sticky girl cum, which is just starting to dry up.
GIR (still being ignored): Girl tacos taste really good, but now I'm just more hungry. *sniffle* Why can't I have a wiener, too? They look like fun. Maybe Zim will let me play with his, or maybe he can make one for me! Oh, then I can play with his and he can play with mine 'cause Zim always sounds like he's about to cry when he plays with his.
Wondering if he's pushing his luck, Dib starts to smooth up and down her back with one hand and ever so carefully begins to caress her shoulder, her neck, and then her face with the other. The little girl slowly leans back from their kiss, her eyes closed with that utterly-peaceful look on her face again as she melts into his arms. Out of habit, she wipes her lips with the back of her hand, but Dib just gently kisses her forehead.
GIR (wailing): I miss Zim!
Still looking like a sleeping angel, Gaz reaches her hands up and caresses her brother's face in return. He begins to blush and grin uncontrollably while she lightly feels her way around his forehead, over his nose, across his lips, his chin, then his neck. Still, he can't help but gaze at her utter loveliness before gently tickling her lips with a fingertip.
DIB (sweetly): How could I never have noticed how great you are?
GAZ (plainly): 'Cause you're an idiot.
DIB: (chuckling) I love you, Gaz.
GAZ (flatly): I love you, too, Dib.
Suddenly, she grabs him by the throat, choking off his air supply. She glares at him with an evil look that fills him with terror. Only his half-erection keeps him from urinating in fear.
GAZ: BUT IF YOU EVER TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS I WILL DESTROY YOU! Got it?
Dib frantically nods and Gaz releases him, immediately resting in his arms and tenderly caressing him once again. He continues stroking her hair, but he doesn't have quite the same happy look on his face.
DIB (grumbling): Way to ruin the mood, Gaz.
FADE OUT
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